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Chapter 33: Hope
Lilly's POV
I feel my stomach drop. Goosebumps litter my skin in seconds. "M....M...Mitch..." I croak.
"I know...I don't want to talk about it..."
'NO! Mitch you CAN'T just blow this off! You can't just act like this doesn't matter! YOUR LIFE IS ON
THE LITERAL LINE! THIS IS A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!" I felt like ripping his head off. He acted
like it didn't even matter. It was freaking cancer. Cancer. Cancer. It hung in the air like smoke.
I swallowed hard, ashamed.
"Oh my god mood swings and shit I'm so sorry Mitch."
"Lil, don't give me pity just 'cause I'm the kid with cancer. I don't need it. Pretend like I'm old Mitchell,
just as I've always been."
My lip quivered, creating a pout. I couldn't just sit there and let him die. He was the love of my
life.
"Mitchell Donald Ralph Hughes. The day I met you, I thought you were the most arrogant and
unintelligent man I've ever met. I had it in my mind that you were just some loser who sat in front
of a screen all day playing "Mintcreft." Little did I know, You'd make me believe in love again and
convince me to come with a complete stranger. You helped me get my life on track after I didn't
report in to work, and you gave LillianLovesBajan life. Millions of people love us, and #Litch. You
made me realize I needed a life outside of work, and that there's something else to eat besides
coffee, coffee, and more coffee. You gave me my first real kiss, and second real kiss, and many
more benchmarker kisses. You took me to Hawaii, and the City of Love. You proposed to me,
with the most gorgeous ring paired with the most valuable love. For Pete's sake, you saved my
life. You are my other half. I love you to death." I finished, not skipping a beat. He stared at me.
I was shaking, still frozen from the news of his sickness.
"I love you more." He leaned in, connecting our lips. Warmth immediately thawed me, and I wrapped
my arms around his neck. His hands rested on my cheeks. A knock was heard on the door. I
jumped up off of him, and sat on the bed. I cleared my throat. "Come in." I said, unsteady.
Doc Q walked in. He saw us, me slightly rumpled. "Uh, sorry I hope we didn't disturb you...but
we nee dyou to schedule an appointment for chemotherapy..." he said, awkwardly. He coughed.
I nodded, and pulled Mitch to his feet. We walked out to the main area.
"Uhm, Mitchell Hughes for A/N Making this up) 3/15/14? Chemotherapy? Yes.." I spoke, shaky.
We walked out, and I chose to drive.
"We aren't married....yet..." Mitch started.
"So? We will in the summer."
"Lil, I might not live that long."
"BULL! BULLSHIT! You will live that long!"
"Lil, we can't-"
"Mitch. You. Are. Going. To. Live."
"LIL! I HAVE FREAKING LUNG CANCER!"
"Mitch...you don't even smoke.."
"That doesn't matter right now..."
"Look, Mitch, please just have FAITH in yourself!"
"We are going to have a small wedding. I don't care. We will. OK? Ok."
"I'll call some friends...and TC. We'll have a small wedding, but who cares. We are going to
get married before anything scares you more."
"Good."
I sighed. "Good."
Mitch's POV
I feel like such a monster. I didn't tell her the whole story. I don't have long to live. I couldn't
kill her soul and spirit that bad.....I love her too much.
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END OF CHAPTER 33
Sorry for the filler, but I mean oh whale. Tons of action to come in the next two chapters. The
epilouge, is just going to be kind of small. #PowerMovesOnly, if you're watching the stream like
I am. :) ILYASM, and sad. Almost over.. This story/fanfiction is almost over. For real, someone
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